Jackie's late night arrival at Cheyenne's tiny apartment had proven to be a bigger adventure than Cheyenne had first pegged it to be. What the brunette had originally thought was only going to be a run-of-the-mill (however unexpected) night of advice and glasses of boxed wine. Of course, she'd not expected Jackie to have moved to... quite the place she had, and it'd been easy to accept the invitation when her favorite cousin had asked her to visit.
It appeared that the visit was going to be longer, and Cheyenne was ok with that. To find that so many of her family members had ended up in the same place seemed fortuitous. Because of that, and because of the fun and other people she had met, it seemed like fate was maybe telling her it was time for a change.
They'd left early in the morning to start the trip back to Thomaston, to pay a visit to Chey's apartment and pick up a few things. Clothes, some toiletries, a few odds and ends like photo albums, jewelry and some of the more special Cracker Jackie's were packed into a few bags and tossed in the back of Jackie's beater truck. A quick drop-by to her parents to let them know she was going and might not be back for a time (this was rushed so there were less questions - being one of the youngest didn't help her case much to be running off willy-nilly).
Now that beater, beloved truck was rumbling down the street toward their last stop, to hit up the liquor store for 'reinforcements' before heading back to RhyDin. Chey rode with her legs sticking out the window, both windows cranked down to let in the warm spring air. With a turn of the wheel, Jackie brought the truck from the uneven gravel onto a semi-less uneven parking lot in front of a building bearing an emblazoned sign, "Thomaston Liquor Outlet". Even better was the 'open' sign that yelled at them in neon red.
As the truck trundled over the ground toward its destination, she turned her head to look at Jackie. "Y'anxious ta get back at all?"
Jackie threw her truck into park and pulled the keys from the ignition, never mind rolling up those windows any. Thomaston was the sort of sleepy little town where you could leave your doors unlocked while still feeling safe and sound. Besides, it wasn't like anyone was going to waste their time hotwiring the big red hunk of truck anyway. She did pause long enough to consider Cheyenne's question though. "I'm excited tah get back. I love it here an' enjoy these sortsa visits now an' then, but... RhyDin is startin' tah feel a lil' like home."
She quickly realized that her statement was beginning to make the conversation at hand sound a little too heavy for her tastes. Jackie might have been having a rough time when she went to unload on Cheyenne at week ago at her apartment, but she didn't want that to be the case now. She was beginning to feel like her life was getting back in order. There was a lot to smile about. So, she ruffled her fingers through Chey's hair. "I don't even gotta ask you if yer anxious to get back! I think there's a set of goggle's that might be missin' yer pie right 'bout now!"
Before Chey could retaliate Jackie was shoving the driver's side door open with a loud creak and dropping down so boots met gravel. The door was slammed behind her with a flourish, then she was taking off like a bat outta hell towards the liquor store. "Last one in pays!"
"Damnit, Jackie!" She hollered, fighting with the door to get it open. It stuck and lost her a few moments of valuable time as she cussed it out. Finally it gave and she leapt out, running after her cousin as quickly as she could, hair flying. She was gonna lose, but it didn't mean she wasn't going to try her hardest. "Y'gotta give me warnin'!" She'd let the goggles and pie comment go for now, because it was ON.
"Hell no, Chey! This is what keeps yah on yer toes! You'll thank me when yer whoopin' Colton's ass in a foot race next time yah see him!" Jackie had already yanked the door open and went careening inside.
It appeared that the visit was going to be longer, and Cheyenne was ok with that. To find that so many of her family members had ended up in the same place seemed fortuitous. Because of that, and because of the fun and other people she had met, it seemed like fate was maybe telling her it was time for a change.
They'd left early in the morning to start the trip back to Thomaston, to pay a visit to Chey's apartment and pick up a few things. Clothes, some toiletries, a few odds and ends like photo albums, jewelry and some of the more special Cracker Jackie's were packed into a few bags and tossed in the back of Jackie's beater truck. A quick drop-by to her parents to let them know she was going and might not be back for a time (this was rushed so there were less questions - being one of the youngest didn't help her case much to be running off willy-nilly).
Now that beater, beloved truck was rumbling down the street toward their last stop, to hit up the liquor store for 'reinforcements' before heading back to RhyDin. Chey rode with her legs sticking out the window, both windows cranked down to let in the warm spring air. With a turn of the wheel, Jackie brought the truck from the uneven gravel onto a semi-less uneven parking lot in front of a building bearing an emblazoned sign, "Thomaston Liquor Outlet". Even better was the 'open' sign that yelled at them in neon red.
As the truck trundled over the ground toward its destination, she turned her head to look at Jackie. "Y'anxious ta get back at all?"
Jackie threw her truck into park and pulled the keys from the ignition, never mind rolling up those windows any. Thomaston was the sort of sleepy little town where you could leave your doors unlocked while still feeling safe and sound. Besides, it wasn't like anyone was going to waste their time hotwiring the big red hunk of truck anyway. She did pause long enough to consider Cheyenne's question though. "I'm excited tah get back. I love it here an' enjoy these sortsa visits now an' then, but... RhyDin is startin' tah feel a lil' like home."
She quickly realized that her statement was beginning to make the conversation at hand sound a little too heavy for her tastes. Jackie might have been having a rough time when she went to unload on Cheyenne at week ago at her apartment, but she didn't want that to be the case now. She was beginning to feel like her life was getting back in order. There was a lot to smile about. So, she ruffled her fingers through Chey's hair. "I don't even gotta ask you if yer anxious to get back! I think there's a set of goggle's that might be missin' yer pie right 'bout now!"
Before Chey could retaliate Jackie was shoving the driver's side door open with a loud creak and dropping down so boots met gravel. The door was slammed behind her with a flourish, then she was taking off like a bat outta hell towards the liquor store. "Last one in pays!"
"Damnit, Jackie!" She hollered, fighting with the door to get it open. It stuck and lost her a few moments of valuable time as she cussed it out. Finally it gave and she leapt out, running after her cousin as quickly as she could, hair flying. She was gonna lose, but it didn't mean she wasn't going to try her hardest. "Y'gotta give me warnin'!" She'd let the goggles and pie comment go for now, because it was ON.
"Hell no, Chey! This is what keeps yah on yer toes! You'll thank me when yer whoopin' Colton's ass in a foot race next time yah see him!" Jackie had already yanked the door open and went careening inside.